Ark of the Immortal

The undead man was silent for a long time. He looked at the little girl and opened his dry throat.

"Immortal."

28. Maria longs for the sun

Little Maria looked at the strange knight in front of her. This was the first time she heard such a strange name.

"Immortal? Although I know you are called Immortal, isn't that a code name?"

With some doubts, Maria tilted her head, trying to get a definite answer from the undead.

"Is that really your name?"

"yes."

The immortal nodded.

During that long journey, his memory had been worn away so much that it was the only thing left. In addition to the memories of those friends and comrades-in-arms, there are only three words: immortal.

These three words are not only an identity, but also a mission and an ancient curse.

But now, the undead has no other kind. He is the last old antique on this continent who cannot die.

But why does he know that he is the last immortal?

The immortal man's mind got stuck again at this point, and he couldn't remember it no matter how much he thought about it.

But he should have remembered it before, because he didn't feel doubtful, as if he was the only one left among the immortals, which was the final answer, and he should have known its meaning.

"Okay, then I get it!"

Maria soon stopped thinking about whether the word "immortal" was suitable as a person's name.

She shifted her interest to the identity of the immortal.

That is, as a knight.

"Is it uncle who is entertaining you?"

Maria asked hopefully.

She knew that her uncle was entertaining a knight tonight, but she didn't know who it was.

In the entire Cavaleliaki, which is the main city of Casimir where four mobile cities merge into one, and among the great knights, the undead has become a rising star.

Maria learned about the immortals from TV and various reports.

She became very curious about the undead when she saw him once.

Ancient knight armor, swords and shields with no trace of modern craftsmanship, and skills that have been tempered over time.

Such knights should only exist in the long history. Now Casimir really appears in modern times.

It is different from those audiences who only regard knight competition as an entertainment program.

Maria was born into a noble family of knights, and her definition of a knight is by no means just a competition knight.

Especially an eldest sister with a title. Although now, the Glory Knight has been expelled.

"Yes, Maena."

The undead man nodded again.

Maria's eyes lit up. If it was the knight that her uncle was hosting, it was the "immortal"...

Little Kuranta, who had bright blond hair, stuck out her little head and glanced left and right in the corridor.

After making sure there was no one, Maria opened her door generously.

"If you have nothing to do now, can you talk to me? I'm bored too."

The undead man was silent for a while.

He was definitely not wondering if it was bad to enter a little girl's room.

Instead, he was thinking about whether he should go home first.

He was worried that the bonfire at home had not been replenished with firewood and was about to go out?

But without Kos and Fran, he couldn't go back.

"good."

After the immortal figured it out, he walked into Maria's room.

Maria excitedly went to the corridor again and looked around to make sure no one had noticed, then closed the door.

This is an opportunity to be alone with a powerful knight!

No Casimir would refuse to talk to a powerful knight.

Little Maria came to the bed, jumped up and sat on it, then pointed to the chair in the corner.

"Please sit here! There are no other decent chairs in the room. I'm so sorry!"

The undead man sat on the chair, took off the shield from behind and placed it at his feet.

Maria looked at the knight in front of her. She rubbed her little hands and didn't know where to start.

There are so many things I want to ask about, the mysterious past of the immortal, and the reason why he is so powerful.

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Maria pretended to cough twice, then she sat obediently on the bed and asked.

"Mr. Immortal, I would like to ask, why did you choose to use this retro armor as your equipment?"

This is the question that Maria wants to know the most.

In today's era of modern craftsmanship, everyone understands that there is a huge difference between armor made by modern industry and armor made by hand.

The electronics and various exquisite craftsmanship brought about by modern industry can give armor other functions besides self-defense.

For example, the invisible exoskeleton can increase strength, or the cooling device can stabilize the user's body temperature and ensure that the user can recover their physical strength as soon as possible after strenuous exercise.

There are so many advantages brought by modern craftsmanship, which is why old-style armor will become obsolete.

But the undead never thought that much.

In his past, what accompanied him was this cold and simple armor.

"I'm used to it. No need for special functions."

The undead man finished speaking intermittently. After a pause, he seemed to have thought of something and spoke again.

"And, promise."

Yes, he made a promise to someone that he would see the armor he made appear on the stage of the Knights Major.

"Oh oh oh!"

Although Maria didn't quite understand why the undead were accustomed to old-fashioned armor, she noticed two words.

promise.

This is a plot that appears in many classic knight novels.

"So, Mr. Immortal, did you become a knight just because of this promise? Or are there other reasons?"

Ma Enna had asked this question before, but he didn't get a good answer.

The immortals treat all strangers equally.

"Firewood."

The undead man paused and added the prefix again.

"Good firewood."

"?" A question mark seemed to appear on Maria's head, and doubts appeared blatantly on her face with two furry ears.

"What firewood?"

Maria asked bluntly, and the immortal gave him a straightforward answer.

"Firewood is, the reward."

"Oh, because there is a reward for participating in knightly competitions."

Maria was slightly disappointed, but she quickly got over it.

Nowadays, there are many people who participate in knight competitions just to live a good life. This is also a consequence of the different times, and we cannot criticize them because of this.

Moreover, the knight in front of him is already the cleanest knight among all the competing knights.

Maria calmed down and prepared her next question.

"Mr. Immortal, what is the most important thing for a knight? Is it superb martial arts or extraordinary moral character?"

When Maria asked this question, her golden pupils showed hope and seriousness.

She is serious.

She wanted to verify her long-standing understanding, and she sincerely hoped that the mysterious knight in front of her, who was different from other competing knights, would have a similar answer to hers.

The undead thought for a moment and pointed at Maria's chest.

He spoke.

"Heart."

Maria was stunned for a moment, this was unexpected.

Even if the answer the immortal gave her was any kind of vanity, she wouldn't be surprised, but it happened to be just one word.

Heart.

Maria spent a long time thinking with her little brain, but she couldn't figure out the answer. What did the word "heart" represent?

After thinking for a long time, Maria gave up thinking and asked.

"Mr. Immortal, have you heard of my sister?"

"Knight of Glory?"

the immortal asked.

"Yes! That's the Glory Knight! My sister! Margaret Linguang!"

Little Maria clapped her hands excitedly, happy that the undead knew her sister.

"My sister is the champion of the 22nd Casimir Knights Championship. I am really happy for her. I also think that knights like my sister are really powerful."

When it comes to her sister, little Maria can't stop talking.

Her eyes are full of adoration and joy, and her sister is her light.

"She believes that the knightly competition, which is now controlled by interests, is no longer a competition that truly earns honor."

Ever since the first knight in the arena picked up the blue drink bottle sent by a drone because the audience invested money, knight competition has lost its original purity.

"However, our Linguang family, as knight nobles, must participate in the knight's competition. Grandpa is ill and cannot play. After many urgings from the Knights Association, my sister decided to use her own way to deserve the victory in the knight's competition."

"So my sister participated in the knight competition as an independent knight. She did not accept any sponsorship from any company or enterprise. She trained alone and used the money she saved to build equipment!"

"She defended her family's honor in her own way."

Speaking of this, Maria seemed to have thought of something and was a little frustrated unconsciously.

"Although my uncle has never thought so, he said that my sister just brought trouble. He said that the honor of the Linguang family has long been engraved in his heart and does not need the approval of others."

Perhaps it was because she hadn't been able to communicate with others like this for a long time, but Maria couldn't stop talking when she started talking.

But the undead man never made any comments. He was quietly listening to the little girl in front of him.

"Sister has proved herself and the honor of the Linguang family. I think this is right. The knight should defend himself and the honor of the family with both hands."

When little Maria was young, she saw knights like her sister Maria Linguang.

That glorious knight planted a deep-rooted seed in little Maria's heart.

This allows her to be different from other viewers and see what a true knight should have under the surface interests and honors.

But she still felt confused.

"But, my sister became an infected person. Although everyone says so! But I always believe that my sister is not an infected person!"